Flying into the empty room,
She opens her eyes, she
feels the air suddenly stop rushing
She saw pictures in her
head...
…Mmmm…
Of the beam seeping politely
through the four windows
To a place where the
laughter are as sweet as cherries
And of the singing drizzle
that turns into a shower outside
…Mmmm…
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The little pixie flutters
around as she pours her sugary dust
That reflects the moonlight
on the faded crimson bed
She hums the song of peace,
a song only siren could sing
Her silver wings are made to
fly just like yours
Opening a jar, she frees the
sparkly fireflies inside,
Painting the room with
butterflies
She brought back the beauty
of being happy,
Touch your art of life. like
a singing pixie...
She flies away through the
four window
And left the empty jar on
the crimson bed.
A reminder of her serene
song
…Mmmm…
The empty room went to
neverland
Leaving behind the singing
pixie
She sang that peace is in
your wings...
…Mmmm…
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[Music Break]
"Her silver wings are
made to fly. just like yours
Touch your art of life. like
a singing pixie
Her silver wings are made to
fly. just like yours
Touch your art of life. like
a singing pixie..."
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